ROMANCE: Bear Naked Passion (Billionaire Bear Trio Book 2)
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“Ah!” she cried, her hips flying off the bench as she bucked them. Hector only chuckled and pushed her body back down, his tongue forever moving.
It wasn’t long before that feeling swirling around her heart shot down to her belly and fired, making her legs shake and her body tingle. Hector seemed to notice it, too, and he slowed his ministrations to a gentle lapping, pulling away when her shivers subsided.
Petting her thighs, he asked, “More?” One word, but she knew what he meant. And god, did she want it.
“Yes,” she demanded, voice rough.
Hector stood up, pulling something from his pocket. Alex wanted to laugh when she saw that it was a condom, wondering if he’d had that thing ready since before the match started. Ripping it open and putting it on, he pumped himself a few times before he got into position. Taking her legs, he brought them up slowly to rest on his toned shoulders, the muscles in his arms bulging with self-restraint.
“Ready?” he asked.
Alex just grumbled and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Just get on with it,” she growled.
Hector laughed, and turned his head to kiss her inner calf. “Yes, Alexandra.” The use of her full name sent a shiver down her back, and she closed her eyes when he pushed in, his own moan echoing around the empty room.
“Hector,” she gasped, and when she thought he was inside he still pushed, surprising her with his length. Finally, he stopped, breathing deeply above her as his strong arms held him up.
“Alex,” he said, kissing her forehead. “Are you…?”
“Fuck, yes,” she said, moving her hips in a circular motion so that his dick ground against her insides. Hector hissed, his wet bangs brushing her cheek.
He took the hint and pulled out, the width of his dick making her gasp as she felt it slide against her. When he was almost gone, he pushed back in, taking his time to go deep and make her feel it.
Alex felt almost numb from all the little explosions she was feeling. Her body was still sensitive after her last orgasm, but now he was making her experience it in slow motion, his dick sliding against her sensitive skin. She bit her lip, her chest already building another one.
“Speed up,” she breathed, tugging on her bonds as she urged him to go faster. Hector didn’t have to be told twice, and he started thrusting in and out of her, his arms around her keeping his motions from sending her backwards off the bench.
“Hector!” she cried, her body already tightening down again. “I—!”
Hector growled in response, quickening his pace as she squeezed all around him. She’d barely reached hers when he bent over her, kissing her wildly as his thrusts turned shallow.
They breathed harshly, and Hector smiled at her when she laughed and rolled her eyes at him. “You really,” she huffed. “Go big or go home, huh?”
“Only the best for my medic,” he said cheekily.
“Uh,” Alex said, glancing down at herself. “I think you ripped the dress.”
“No problem,” Hector assured her. “I’ll buy you another for the next match.”
“Another? Wait, this is from you?” she asked, trying to sit up but failing with her arms still caught in his robe.
“Of course,” Hector said, reaching out to untie the robe. “I bought it with my pay for the match tonight. And I gave you a cut, in your envelope.”
“Hector,” she said slowly, rubbing her wrists. “This was an expensive dress.”
“Mhm,” he hummed. “And next time I will buy you a better one. One that does not rip so easily.”
Blushing, Alex asked, “And who says there will be a next time?”
“Only you,” he said, kissing her shoulder. “My medic.”
THE END
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The Right Kind of Love
Chapter 1
The alarm went off. Its shrill ring lanced through Helen's mind. She groaned as she cracked open her eyes and yawned. Her arm shot out to silence the ringing, and all was peaceful again. Shifting her position, she turned around and faced the empty space beside her. It had been a month since the divorce had been finalized but it was still strange, after so many years of marriage, to wake up in an empty bed. It shouldn't have been in many ways, since she and Michael had not had a close relationship for a long time before they were divorced. For a long time they had shared a bed, but there may as well have been a chasm between them as the sex was nonexistent, and Helen had almost forgotten what it had been like to be with another person, to share a depth of feeling that sprang up from the soul and connected them beyond the physical plane.
With a heavy sigh she dragged herself out of bed and to the bathroom where she washed herself. When Michael had first told her that he wanted a divorce, she felt strangely numb, as though she knew it was coming. It was only later that the emotions hit and the inner turmoil began. All she wanted to do was crawl into a safe, secure place and disappear from the world, but that simply wasn't possible. She had too many responsibilities.
After getting clean and putting on her outfit for the day, Helen glanced at the clock and shook her head as it was still before seven. Whipping herself up a quick breakfast, she tried to ignore the silence in the apartment and munched on her cereal. It was still dark outside, as the sun hadn't raised its golden head yet. Day after day, she hauled herself out into the world because she had to, not because she wanted to. She was thirty-six now and it felt like her best years were behind her. The lines on her face were getting more drawn and her big, curvy body had lost the flush of youth. Marriage was supposed to be the start of everything, but after the divorce, she had to begin again, and she simply wasn't sure how to go about doing that.
Her days followed the same routine. She awoke early in the morning and then went to work at her boutique café, spending all day there six days a week, before returning home late at night. On the seventh day of the week, she would perform the chores around her house and perhaps see friends, although often she sat solemnly in her house trying to use books or a movie to distract herself from the drudgery that her life had turned into. When that didn’t work, she slipped into bed she thought about all the people who were out in the world, living their lives, while time was slipping past her inexorably.
Her car roared down the road as she made her journey to work. The café was in the middle of the city, yet while she was surrounded by so many people every day, she still felt alone. As always she was the first one there and began to put the signs out, writing the specials in chalk to hopefully entice people to pop in.
The café had been an idea long in fruition, and it had been an arduous journey, but it was the one thing in her life that she felt she had accomplished by herself, although it had been one of the things that had driven Michael away. But she cherished the café as though it was her child. Every brick, every shelf, every chair and table were precious to her. It was a small, cozy space with offbeat artwork hanging on the walls, giving a different feel to the rest of the area, which was commercial and bland. Skyscrapers towered up to the heavens and during the day she witnessed many businessmen and women going about their days, always on the phone or striding to another meeting. It was rare for them to take a moment to themselves, but when they stepped into the café they entered another world. Helen had wanted a tranquil, relaxed atmosphere and whenever anyone entered, they noted how soothing it seemed.
Helen was there for about half an hour before Susie came in. The short firecracker of a woman had worked there ever since Helen had opened. She was in her early twenties and as she was only around five feet tall, she made Helen, who was only five-foot-five herself, feel like a giant.
“I keep telling you to let me open one morning. You deserve to sleep in every now and then,” Susie said in a scolding tone. Despite her youth, she often acted in a motherly manner towards Helen.
“I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I slept in. Being at work is good, it keeps me busy.”
“Did you ever reply to Michael's email?” Susie asked. Helen's throat tightened. Just thinking about Michael made her skin crawl. It was funny how things could change so quickly. He used to be the man of her dreams but had quickly turned into a demon in her nightmares.
“I read it,” Helen said curtly and continued setting out the candles on the tables. Even during the day the soft glow and calming scent helped bring about the required ambiance, not just for her guests but for herself as well.
“That doesn't answer my question.”
“We're over. I don't have to talk to him if I don't want to.”
“I know, but he opened up the dialogue, and he was a part of your life for a long time. Aren't you curious?”
“No, because nothing is going to change. I've still got the business, and just because I was busy, doesn't give him the right to go and find satisfaction elsewhere. He only used that as an excuse anyway. I don't care what he wants to say to me. I don't want to see him ever again. I just want to put that part of my life behind me. It's the only way I have a chance of moving on.”
“I get it...” Susie said, but Helen wasn't sure that she did. She wanted to tell Susie about how Michael had broken her heart and left her feeling shattered, how he had made her feel like her life was pointless, how their plan to make a family together had been torn apart, and she was left with nothing but a bleak, blank future that held nothing but disappointment. For Helen, life had always had a clear plan and things happened in sequence. The divorce changed all that and she was left adrift, not knowing if she was going to be able to come up with a new plan.
“... But are you really going to move on? I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but all you do is work here. You need to remember that life is meant to be lived. I know you love this café..”
“I do love this café. It's my own little world, and it's much better than that cruel one out there.”
“Yeah, but you need to meet new people.”
“I do meet new people, we get guests coming in every day.”
Susie shot Helen an unimpressed look. “You know what I mean. I think it'd be good for you to meet someone, it doesn't have to be anything heavy, just someone to spend some time with. I think you could use a bit of excitement and romance. Tell me I'm wrong.”
“You're wrong,” Helen replied immediately.
“Tell me again without lying to me.”
Helen paused what she was doing and turned to face Susie. “Look, what happened with Michael... it was really hard, you know? I mean, we were married. I didn't think that I'd ever have to worry about dating or meeting anyone again, and it just showed me that no matter how much you can think you're in love, anything could end at any moment. I can't bring myself to trust anyone like that again. It sounds really melodramatic, but I can see myself being alone until I die. Relationships are just too much hard work, and they leave you with nothing but scars.”
“Give it time. You know that not everything is going to end up like Michael. And I'm not saying that you have to get involved in anything heavy right away, but it would be good for you to meet someone who could bring that spark back. You've seemed so... empty recently and you can't have this place as your whole world. It's too small and you're going to miss out on too much. It's not like that special someone is going to walk through that door.”
As soon as Susie said that the door opened and both women twisted their heads around in surprise. Entering the café was a tall man in a suit, Christian.
Chapter 2
“’Morning, ladies,” Christian said, although his eyes didn't leave Helen. Susie gave Helen a wry smile, and Helen frowned. She hopped behind the counter and got Christian's order ready.
“Same as usual, I assume?” she asked.
“You know me so well,” he said. Christian had been coming into the café for a while, always stopping by on his way to work. He was tall, and there was no denying that he was handsome, but Helen pushed any appreciation she had for him away. He tried to make idle small talk and even tried to flirt a little but Helen remained steadfast.
“You know, I always see you in this place, do you ever do anything else?” he asked. His eyes shone with desire and she felt like an idiot for not melting at his every word. He was the man that every woman dreamed of, carved out of marble with a granite jaw. In her younger days her passionate mind would have been whirling with dark, lustful thoughts, but her inability to conjure up anything resembling a sexual fantasy was worrying.
Had Michael broken her? Had he made her unable to have a functioning social life?
“That'll be five bucks,” she said coolly. The glimmer in Christian's eyes faded. He slipped her a note and their hands touched. His leathery skin was warm but she didn't feel a flush of arousal or a spark.
“Well, thank you,” he said, the disappointment evident in his voice as he turned and walked away. Helen placed the money in the cash register and pushed it back. The door closed and Susie came rushing over.
“What the hell are you thinking?! That guy has been coming in here for weeks now and you're not giving him anything!”
“I told you, I don't have anything to give!” Helen replied, her voice louder than she had intended. Susie flinched as she saw the anger blaze in the whites of Helen's eyes, and recoiled.
“That's what I'm talking about. If you don't give him a chance, then who is it going to be? I just hate the thought of you missing out on life because you're scared that things are going to turn out the same way as before. There's nothing wrong with having a bit of fun now and then… you don't always have to put your heart on the line. Sometimes sex is just sex,” Susie said, and stormed off to the back room, leaving Helen alone.
It wasn't as simple as that, Helen thought to herself. She had never been able to untangle emotions from sex and wasn't sure how people could have strings of lovers. Due to the size of her body, she had always been reticent to share it with people she didn't know, and needed to feel comfortable with any partner. And she was feeling especially vulnerable now after the divorce. Despite how sad it made her, she couldn't help but face the possibility that she would never find anyone she could trust enough again. It wasn't enough to give her body to someone. The real thrill, the true pleasure for her was being able to give her heart.
During the morning she put on her usual pleasant face and welcomed her guests, engaging in conversation with them. Over the years in various customer service jobs, she had honed the skills of being able to converse with people and give them the air of friendliness even if she wasn't feeling it inside. She wore the smile of a clown, and if people would have looked closely they would have seen that it never touched her eyes, but most people were concerned only with themselves and gave Helen merely a passing thought.
Deep inside her was a hollowness. All her life force, her essence, had been wrenched out, drained from her in the form of tears that streamed down until it felt like there was nothing left. She looked around at her clientele. Some of them came in to be around other people. Others came in to escape from the outside world. In all of them, she saw a common thread, kindred spirits bound by heartbreak. Each one of them had been touched by sadness. Over the years, she had developed a keen sense of perception and could tell a lot by observing people, and the café was ideal for that. As the day passed, she occupied herself by reading people that were sitting at her tables. Susie was still apparently mad at her, which Helen didn't understand because it was her life and if she wanted to spend it worki
ng in the café then that was her right.
There was an old man sitting in the corner. He came in regularly but Helen didn't know his name. He looked tired, and was sitting with his shoulders hunched. He had a newspaper open but it had rested on the same page for a while; he obviously wasn't reading it. His hands shook whenever he reached for his mug of coffee, and there was an aura of despair about him.
He seemed to be looking wistfully across the room at a young couple and these were in direct contrast to him. They were sitting on either side of the table but their hands were linked across the surface. They leaned forward, gazing into each other’s eyes, completely lost to the world around them. They smiled at each other and they glowed effervescently, the bloom of love radiating from them. They were young, but looked eternal, and Helen smiled thinly. She hoped that their love affair would turn out much better than hers, for she remembered a time when she and Michael looked at each other like that. They thought that they were invincible and that nothing could tear them apart from each other.
In the end, it was all lies and grim reality crushed her dreams. It always ended the same way.
“I'm going for a walk. I need to pick up a prescription for my mom,” Susie said. Helen barely had time to say, 'okay' before the hot-headed young woman was out of the door. Susie was an asset to the company, but her passion had two sides. She was the dearest, most loyal friend Helen had ever had but this also led her emotions to run high, and sometimes she became so worked up about things that it led to conflict. Perhaps it was the folly of youth and Helen was passed all that. Growing older had given her a different perspective on life. No longer was she rushing around trying to please everyone. No longer was she always worried about what other people thought of her. She had her own life, and that was all she needed.
The quiet morning moved along gently. While she was at work she could forget about her failed marriage and failed life as a wife, and could focus on her success as a businesswoman. The soft hum of chatter filled the café and the heavy smell of hot chocolate and coffee hung in the air. Susie was taking a while to return but Helen didn't mind so much. Her mother had been suffering from a bad illness recently and she knew that it had taken its toll on Susie, despite Susie's insistence that she was fine. Helen allowed her mind to wander and started to think about all the things that could have gone differently in her life. Sometime she wondered what would have happened had she not met Michael. Would she have been happier? Despite the way it had ended she still had a lot of fond memories and the grass wasn't always greener, and she knew she wouldn't have been the same person (whether that was better or worse she couldn't decide).